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“Certainly, my dear. There’s no need to return the clothes. They’re not that expensive anyway,” said the older woman.

As she helped Millie change earlier, the hostess noticed the fine texture of Millie’s garments, so unlike her own. She suspected that Millie might feel discomfort in her rougher attire.

Upon their exit, a dreamlike scene met their eyes: snow danced through the air ina fervent waltz, its grace captivating.

“Please accept this as a token of our gratitude, madam,” Derek urged, pressing a substantial amount of money into her hands before rushing to the vehicle.

The hostess’s eyes widened at the unexpected gift, her voice rising with alarm.

“What are you doing? I’ve already told you I won’t take money from you.”

cradling Millie as he trod through the snow. This powerful figure, now revealed in a

his phone to inform the search team of Millie’s recovery, Derek’s thumb brushed against the camera button, snapping an unwitting yet poignant photograph of

of the hotel, Nancy retrieved a bottle of

in heaven. Let’s savor it,” she declared, her eyes

glass, perplexed by Nancy’s

scene in a film they watched, she’d burst

quite jubilant this evening,” Humphrey remarked cautiously, his confusion apparent. The memory of Nancy’s rage earlier in the day, triggered by her defeat at Millie’s hands,

with an enigmatic smile as she clinked her glass against Humphrey’s,

belief that Millie had perished in the cold. Whoever dared to cross

if Millie had